Para Que Tú Me Oigas

So you can hear me,
my words
sometimes thin out
like seagull footprints on the beaches.

Necklace, drunken jingle
for your hands soft as grapes.

And I see my words distant.
More than mine, they are yours.
They climb on my old pain like ivy.

They climb like that on the damp walls.
You are to blame for this bloody game.

They are fleeing from my dark lair.
You fill everything, you fill everything.

Before you, they populated the solitude you occupy,
and they are more accustomed than you to my sadness.

Now I want them to say what I want to tell you
so you can hear me as I want you to hear me.

The wind of anguish still tends to drag them.
Hurricanes of dreams still sometimes knock them down.
You hear other voices in my pained voice.
Crying from old mouths, blood from old pleas.
Love me, companion. Do not abandon me. Follow me.
Follow me, companion, in that wave of anguish.

But my words are being dyed with your love.
You fill everything, you fill everything.
I am turning them all into an infinite necklace
for your white hands, soft as grapes.